Raag Tukhaari

Listen. Joy and sorrow come to everyone, and whatever the One gives is good. Then the year turns, month by month. In spring the forest blooms outside the door, and the heart misses its Beloved. You know that ache. Summer burns like an oven. The monsoon brings rain, lightning and a lonely night. Autumn stays green, and what ripens slowly is sweet. Lamps glow in Katak. Snow falls in Poh, and one Light shines in every living thing. In Maagh the holiest place of pilgrimage is inside you. By Phalgun the me-first self is gone, and the Beloved is home in the heart. After that, every month, every day, every second is beautiful. At the centre, the opening refrain: whatever You give, my Lord, is good.